So... I guess that makes it official.
I have a job. I have a flat. I have my tickets. I'm moving to Paris!
Don't get me wrong, I am so excited. I am also absolutely terrified.
Not only am I moving to Paris, I am moving there on my and fish-husband's second anniversary. Nothing says 'I'm abandoning you' like doing it on an especially romantic day! Uh oh. Hopefully it can be salvaged by a romantic day in London and a romantic dinner in Paris - that's possible, right?
Not only am I moving to Paris, but I am moving there in less than twenty days. In that time I have to finish my dissertation (actually, I only have until Tuesday to get a completed draft it), attend my cousin's wedding (and buy a gift), pack, plan a going away party, finish the accounts for work, get my passport, celebrate my dad's birthday, celebrate my mum's anniversary, change my euros... oh, and probably try to find a bit of time for shopping. Whew!
Time to get cracking then. Number one on the list: dissertation.
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